Buah dabai, buah kebayau or Sibu olive seems to be all Sarawakians favorite fruit, I reckon, everyone talk loud about it once it's in season.
The picture above is the dabais from the freezer, they are wrinkled and not as fresh as new.

Each dabai containing a single seed. The fresh inside the seed I'm told is edible and taste like kuaci. Chop into two with a parang or hack open with a hammer to get the fresh out of the seed. It isn't an easy task though as the seed is as hard as stone!
Being a Chinese, I grew up surrounded by multiethnic races neighbours at Sarikei little town. Although I went to Methodist Anglo Chinese School and had lots of Foochow friends, in the afternoon, I'd sneak out and follow a Malay friend to her Kelas Ugama to learn Arabic at Abang Haji Matahir's School and at weekends follow some Roman Catholic friends to St. Anne's JV and had attended their masses several of times. My childhood's best friend was a Indian girl, they were the only Indian family in Sarikei then, and her dad was an Police Inspector.
Surrounded by multiethnic races I was exposed to many ethnic dialects and foods. We had a Melanau neighbour who taught us how to eat fresh inside the stonehard dabai seeds, a Malay neighbour who taught us how to eat boiled durian and cempedak seeds and a Chinese neighbour who always send us foods offered to idols and I once had an experience killing live eel a neighbour gave us. I can still feel the horrible experience watching the eel wriggling and squirming refuse to die.
Being a Chinese, I grew up surrounded by multiethnic races neighbours at Sarikei little town. Although I went to Methodist Anglo Chinese School and had lots of Foochow friends, in the afternoon, I'd sneak out and follow a Malay friend to her Kelas Ugama to learn Arabic at Abang Haji Matahir's School and at weekends follow some Roman Catholic friends to St. Anne's JV and had attended their masses several of times. My childhood's best friend was a Indian girl, they were the only Indian family in Sarikei then, and her dad was an Police Inspector.
Surrounded by multiethnic races I was exposed to many ethnic dialects and foods. We had a Melanau neighbour who taught us how to eat fresh inside the stonehard dabai seeds, a Malay neighbour who taught us how to eat boiled durian and cempedak seeds and a Chinese neighbour who always send us foods offered to idols and I once had an experience killing live eel a neighbour gave us. I can still feel the horrible experience watching the eel wriggling and squirming refuse to die.





